Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.